My Temple, My Prison!

This body, my temple, a temporary shelter

for a grain worth of universal soul.

Built on shifting ground,

it cracks, it fails,

yet with it

I have tasted wonder

and learned to wake up.

I sweep it with mindfulness,

tend it with compassion,

to make it useful for the path.

Some days,

it feels like a prison,

aching, failing regardless of care.

Some days,

when this grain of soul rests in itself,

the prison bars disappear,

and I fly.

This falling temple will one day return to dust.

The luminescent grain worth of soul will flow back

into its universal source.

Until then,

my temple, my prison,

this is all I have to advance my soul.

#Soul